Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

[dj
East, west, check out
Check it, ye-yeah,
east, west west, south south..

[chorus: dj
I got that east coast connect, west coast
Dirty south connect, so some respect
my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct
Who are you, what you do, who you to threat?

I'm the wrong cat to call we fall out
The police gon' have dead bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the to see
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're small time, on three
you can't ball accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it heat, bitch behave
Shit, we to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the phrase that
You it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach you practice
Here we seperate the real niggaz from the
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
surround your sight and sound
As hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't never be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to cross this

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the soul
To yo' block, or streets, we all gon' hang
We like to shine and ride, bump in our bumper cars
Top down, with the candy job
Import export up and the highway
Old ladies transportin straight the skyways
In the in the five(? ) I got purple haze
Fat short sess with the tree ton(? )
These we run, rapper refund
You ridin up but we want yo' flows old like
We hold, everything it to create the odes
To north to the west to the south
If it's war that you just pull the pin
Rules we don't break 'em, we refuse to
If you don't build right you better take yo' ass
some catch stray bullets all alone

[pharoahe
I got the impala shit, street scholar with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler
Top dick now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, in a tragic addiction
Styles, like japanese mathematicians
Cut cause - my kicks kill criminals
I'm the subliminal
I'm the that's attached to the time of a ticker
or swastika
Quicker to pick a form of execution, it
Bullet, to the instead of eletrocution
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
Totally insane, hurricane pharoahe monch, gipp
Xzibit the west (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york slippers and the south wearin hoodies

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[dj
Ye-yeah, uh-huh,
it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, it
Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south)
it.. uh-huh, shake it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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